| If it ain’t my heart gettin' stepped on it’s my feet
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| Ice cold as the champagne Charmaine keeps spilling on me
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| DJ playing all these love songs like I really need that
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| And I’m about to get so messed up like I really need that
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| Someone remind me, is this a party?
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| Oh why?
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| Cause I’ve been here too much, too long
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| I don’t really wanna dance and I hate most of these songs
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| Plus my feet are killing me
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| I don’t really wanna dance, shoulda stayed my ass at home
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| I’m sittin' on this couch and my cellphone checking your name
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| Driving myself bat-shit crazy, going insane
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| Though there’s a lot of fine boys in here, still thinkin' about you
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| I should try to pretend I’m happy for a minute or two
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| They playing Weezy, is this a party or what?
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| Cause I’ve been here too much, too long
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| I don’t really wanna dance and I hate most of these songs
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| Plus my feet are killing me
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| I don’t really wanna dance, shoulda stayed my ass at home
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| See, I told your ass not to go to that damn party
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| You don’t listen, now you singing this damn sorry song
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| We coulda stayed home and watched Martin
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| Bruh Man from the 5th floor with the milk of carton
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| Comin' through your window, we pillow talkin' util the morning
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| Hit the studio, making love, (?) and let you recorded
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| Put it on your album, that shit’ll be so retarded
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| Damn your pretty body I just wanna polaroid it
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| Blow it up, put it on my wall so we can both enjoy it
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| Taking it down if my friends come over so they don’t focus on it
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| Cause I’m selfish with my baby, never felt this from a lady
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| Got me going crazy, all them clubs janky
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| And you need to come back home to me
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| Giving your body a massage with the cozy feet
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| New perfume, earlobes are sweet
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| Forget them ghetto ass clubs with the phony VIPs
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| Cause I’ve been here too much, too long
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| I don’t really wanna dance and I hate most of these songs
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| Plus my feet are killing me
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| I don’t really wanna dance, shoulda stayed my ass at home
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| Just stayed my ass at home
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| I know I shoulda stayed my ass at home
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| But my girls kept calling me
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| Like Elle you gotta get your ass outta the house for a minute
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| No I really wasn’t with with it
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| I came to this shit anyway, what can I say? |